Pursing his lips, the Pervect set the papers he was holding back on the table and squared them very carefully.
"Oh, I"m very" curious about you. Mister Skeeve," he said softly, "But that"s not the reason I sent for you."
"Well then, can we get down to what the problem really is? As much as I"d like to entertain you with my life story, there are other rather pressing demands on my time."
The policeman stared at me stonily.
"All right. We"ll stick to cases. Do you know a street vendor named J.R.?"
The sudden change of subject threw me off-stride.
"J.R.? Sure I know him. Don"t you remember? The last time I was here he was sitting ..."
"How would you describe your relationship with the in- dividual in question?" the captain interrupted.
"I guess you"d say we"re friends," I shrugged. "I"ve been chatting with him off and on since I arrived on Perv, and, as you know, he helped me out that time I got into a fight."
"Anything else?"
"No . . . except we"re going into business together. That is, I"ve put up the money for a venture of his."
The captain seemed taken aback.
"You mean you admit it?" he said.
A little alarm started to ring in the back of my head.
"Sure. I mean, what"s so unusual about a businessman investing in a new enterprise?"
"Wait a minute. What kind of an enterprise did you think you were buying into?"
"He said he was going to open a retail storefront," I said uneasily. "But he did say something about supplying the other street vendors for a while to build up his operating capital. Exactly what he was supplying I was never really sure."
188 "You weren"t sure?".
"Well, the truth is I was in a hurry and forgot to ask.
Why? What was he ..."
"We just picked him up for smuggling! It seems your buddy and business partner was using your funds to buy and sell contraband!"
Needless to say, the news upset me. It had occurred to me that, in his enthusiasm, J.R. would go outside the law for the sake of quick profits.
"How serious is it. Captain? Can I post bail for him . . .
or arrange for a lawyer?"
"Don"t worry about him," the Pervect advised. "It turns out he has some information on the ax murderer we"ve been looking for and is willing to share it with us if we drop the smuggling charges. No, you should be more worried about yourself.""
"ME?".
"That"s right. You"ve admitted you"re his partner in this, which makes you just as guilty as he is."
" "But I didn"t know what he was going to do! Honest!""
Now I was worried. The whole thing was absurd, but I was starting to think I should have insisted on having a lawyer after all.
"That"s what you say," the captain said grimly. "Would you like to see what he was smuggling?"
He gestured at one of the other policemen in the room who held up several plastic bags with small items in them.
I recognized them at a glance, a fact which did nothing for my peace of mind.
" "Those are all products of the Acme Joke and Novelty Company," the captain intoned. "A company I believe you"ve worked with in the recent past?"
"A team of my employees did some work there on a pilferage case," I mumbled, not able to take my eyes off 189.
the items in the bags. "Are those things really illegal on Perv?"
"We have a lot of ordinances that try to keep the quality of life on Perv high. We haven"t been able to stop pom, but we have managed to outlaw trashy, practical joke items like Rubber Doggie Doodle with Realistic Life-Like Aroma that Actually Sticks to Your Hand."
It seemed like a very minor achievement to me, consid- ering the crime on the streets I had already been exposed to. I didn"t think that it was wise to point this out just now, though.
"Okay, Captain, let me rephrase my question," I said, looking at the floor. "How much trouble am I in? I mean, what"s really involved here... a fine, a jail term, what?""
The Pervect was so silent I finally raised my head to meet his gaze directly. He was looking at me with a flat, appraising stare.
"No charges. I"m letting you go," he sighed, finally, shaking his head.
"But I thought ..."
"I said it depended on how the questioning went! Well, I just can"t believe you"d be stupid enough to get involved in this smuggling thing knowingly. If you had, you"d have protected yourself better than you did. What you did was dumb . . . but just dumb enough to ring true."
"Gee, thanks, Captain. I . . ."
"No thanks necessary. Just doing my job. Now get outta here . . . and Mister Skeeve?"
"I know," I smiled, "don"t change hotels or leave the dimension without ..."
"Actually," the captain said drily without a trace of warmth in his voice. "I was going to suggest the exact opposite . . . that you leave the dimension . . . say, by tomorrow morning?"
190 "What?"
"I still think you smell of trouble, and these reports con- firm it. The smuggling thing just seems like too much small potatoes for you to bother with. I"d rather see you gone than put you in jail on a piddling charge like that . . . but it"s going to be one or the other, get me?"
I couldn"t believe it! Perv was the nastiest, roughest di- mension around and I was being thrown off as an undesir- able!!
Chapter Twenty:.
"Were you looking for me?"
-DR. LIVINGSTONE I WAS SURPRISED to find Pookie waiting for me when I got back to the hotel. The police had been nice enough to wait until I had given her her check before hauling me off, so I had thought I"d never see her again.
"h.e.l.lo, Pookie. What brings you here?"
"I wanted to talk a little business with you," she said.
"It didn"t seem the right time before, so I waited."
"I.see."
After my last experience, I wasn"t wild about the idea of doing business with Pervects . . . especially ones who didn"t want to talk in front of the police. Still, Pookie had given me no reason to distrust her.
"Okay. Come on upstairs and say what"s on your mind.
It seems I"m leaving ... on request."
If my statement seemed at all strange to her, she never let on. Instead, she fell in step with me as I entered the hotel.
"Actually, what I have .to say shouldn"t take too long.
If I understand correctly, you"re on your way off-dimension 191.
192 to rejoin your regular crew in a campaign against someone named Queen Hemlock. Right?"
"That"s a fair summation," I nodded. "Why?"
"I thought I"d offer my services to you for the upcoming brawl. I can give you a special discount for work away from Perv because off-dimension prices are lower. That keeps my overhead down."
She flashed me a smile that was gone almost as soon as it appeared.
For some reason, it had never occurred to me to hire her for the Hemlock campaign. Still, the idea had merit.
"I don"t know, Pookie," I said, trying to weigh the pluses and minuses without taking too much time. "I"ve already got a couple of bodyguards waiting for me."
"I know," she nodded. "I can do more than bodyguard, and from the sound of the odds you can probably use a little extra help."
"I can use a lot of help!" I admitted.
"Well, even though you couldn"t find your friend, it does show that you and yours don"t mind working with Pervects.
Besides, I can travel the dimensions well enough to get us to Klah directly."
That settled it. I had been unsure that my plan to simply remove my monitor ring would be an effective way to signal Ma.s.sha for a pickup, and Pookie had just come up with a good way to get there. Whatever Ma.s.sha was doing right now, I wasn"t wild about her dropping everything just to provide me with transport.
"All right. You"ve got yourself a job," I announced.
"Just give me a minute to get things together and we"ll be off."
That was my original plan, but as I opened the door to my room, I realized I had a visitor.
193.
"Well, don"t just stand there with your mouth open. Are you coming or going?"
If there was any doubt in my mind as to who my visitor was, that greeting banished it.
"AAHZ!".
After all my searching-and soul-searching-I couldn"t believe my mentor, friend, and partner was finally in front of my eyes, but there he was!
"That"s right. I heard you wanted to talk to me ... so talk."
"I suppose it"s rea.s.suring to know that some things never change, Aahzmandius . . . like you."
That last came from Pookie as she slipped past me into the room.
"Pookie!? Is that you?"
For the moment, Aahz seemed to be as dumbstruck as I was.
"You two know each other?"
Surprised and off-stride, I returned to familiar patterns and asked a redundant question.
"Know each other?" Aahz laughed. "Are you kidding?
We"re cousins!"
"Distant cousins," Pookie corrected without enthusiasm.
"Really? Why didn"t you say anything, Pookie?"
"You never asked."
"But . . . you knew I was looking for him!"
"Actually, it took me a while to put it together, and when I did, I didn"t know where he was either. Besides, to tell you the truth, from what I recall, I figured you"d be better off without him."
"Well, well. Little Pookie! Still have the razor tongue, I see."
"Not so little any more, Aahzmandius," the bodyguard 194 said, a dangerous note creeping into her voice. "Try me sometime and you"ll see."